Situationships ft. Yung Cel Lyrics

Fine little shawty on my side

She ain't my shawty 'cause that don't apply

I'm chillin off of that don't blow my high

I'm married to the money she my bride

You got it twisted it's all business ain't no tie

Girl you trippin just chill, I'm not that guy

You don't get it I done said it you know why

Girl forget it I ain't stressing let it die

Counting up, I get it

Get the bag, I fit it

My time is my money

I get paid by the minute

I can see it vivid

Going up, no limit

Can't stop, not restricted

Shit bout to get wicked

Not 21,

but I stack a lot

Pull up

Big truck, no swat

Cooking up

Like it's stir fry

DND

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Fine lil shawty on my side

She ain't my shawty cuz that don't apply

I'm chillin off of that don't blow my high

I'm married to the money she my bride

I'm married to the money ain't no lie

Think I'm fucking with your friend

I guess she tried

I'm just tryna get this bag

Can you not spy

You ask me if i got it

But somehow i still deny

I'm stacking up my cash

I don't need you to ask

You know im making music

On a mission sent a task

The day this shit go up

We gone be seeing all these flags

Too bad we not together

So you ain't gone hold a bag

What you say, you still in love

Pushed away, i never shoved

One hand, don't need a glove

Fly away, that bitch a dub

Fine lil shawty on my side

She ain't my shawty cuz that don't apply

I'm chillin off of that don't blow my high

I'm married to the money she my bride

Fine lil shawty on my side

She ain't my shawty cuz that don't apply

I'm chillin off of that don't blow my high

I'm married to the money she my bride